Chapter 305 Extra Chapter: When the Journey to the West is Full of Our Own People (Part 1)
“Amitabha, Xuanzang, times have changed.”
Guanyin looked at the monk in front of her with a compassionate expression, "Xuanzang, Buddhism cannot save you..." She slammed on the brakes. Damn it, she had been watching too many live streams and was starting to get carried away.
After readjusting her attitude, Guanyin looked compassionately at Jin Chanzi's tenth reincarnation. She'd gone too far and almost forgotten to enlighten her former colleague. Thank goodness, she almost missed meeting this year's KPIs again.
"Xuanzang, your journey to the west is not for Hinayana or Mahayana Buddhism, but for a way to save the world and its people. Are you willing to make this journey for the sake of all the people?"
Although he felt there was something strange about Guanyin Bodhisattva, Xuanzang didn't think too much about it and respectfully bowed with his hands clasped together, saying, "This disciple is willing."
"Alright, the journey westward will be arduous. Therefore, three disciples will be waiting for you on the way. They will protect you on your westward journey, and you will also be responsible for teaching and guiding them."
"Yes, disciple understands."
Guanyin gave him a complicated look, hoping that he would truly understand by then.
...
Soon, carrying the hope of saving the world and its people, the Tripitaka Master Tang Xuanzang set off alone with a horse, a staff and a cassock.
Traveling westward, they soon arrived at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain.
"Hey, bald guy—"
A small pebble landed at Tang Sanzang's feet. Tang Sanzang looked up and, through the shade of the trees, saw a monkey dressed like a human lying comfortably on a branch, with a blade of grass in its mouth.
"Amitabha Buddha, this humble monk is Tang Xuanzang. May I ask who you are, benefactor?"
"My name is Wukong," Wukong leaped down from the tree and stood in front of Tang Sanzang, scrutinizing him carefully. "You, going to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures?"
"It is indeed this humble monk."
"Tsk, not to mention the long journey, there are plenty of mountain spirits and monsters along the way. With your small arms and legs, can you really manage?" Wukong expressed his doubts.
Tang Sanzang smiled and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-built muscles: "This humble monk also knows a little about martial arts."
Wukong tentatively poked it with his index finger, "Really... cough cough." Realizing that it seemed a bit childish, Wukong tried to act serious, "How about this, you call me big brother, and I'll send you to the Western Paradise... uh, I'll send you to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures."
Tang Sanzang's smile remained unchanged. "If I'm not mistaken, Wukong, you should call me Master."
Wukong jumped away abruptly, yelling, "Can't you even talk? I'll be your free bodyguard, what's wrong with calling me 'Big Brother'?"
Tang Sanzang smiled but said nothing.
Seeing his insistence, Wukong suddenly put his arm around his arm. "Let's make a deal. We'll each keep to our own way. I'll call you Master, and you call me Big Brother, how about that?"
"Monks do not lie."
"Is that how you use that phrase? Don't try to fool me. I know Buddhism better than you do."
Wukong was speechless. Is it really that hard to be the eldest brother? He's been at the bottom of the food chain for so many years. What's wrong with wanting to be the eldest brother?
Tang Sanzang took out a headband from his wide sleeve and handed it to him: "This is something Guanyin Bodhisattva asked me to give you."
"What is that? A golden headband? Has Guanyin Bodhisattva started to like minimalism now?"
Wukong looked it over for a while, and without thinking much, put it on his head. As soon as he put it on, it fit him perfectly, which startled him.
Before he could even speak, Yang Jiao's voice rang out: "Wukong, be good!"
"father!"
Wukong exclaimed in surprise, then reached out and touched the headband, only to have his voice change back to that of his second uncle, Yang Jian: "Wukong, you can't go back on your word, you can't cause trouble, don't embarrass your second uncle and senior brother!"
Wukong's face instantly fell. He tried to turn off Yang Jian's voice, but when he touched it, it switched back to Nezha's voice: "Hahaha, little monkey, a bet's a bet - I'll be watching you!"
hateful!
Wukong couldn't help but close his eyes. He should have known better than to join in the fun; if he hadn't joined in, he wouldn't have gotten involved in the live PK between Heaven and Buddhism; if he hadn't participated, he wouldn't have become the focus of the bet between the two sides because of his identity; if he hadn't bet, he wouldn't have lost; if he hadn't lost, he wouldn't be here; if he hadn't been here, he wouldn't have gained another master!
"Wukong, can we, master and disciple, set off now?"
Tang Sanzang asked with a smile, pretending not to have heard anything. Wukong hung his head dejectedly, hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder, and said, "Let's go, Master Monk."
Is he, Wukong, destined to be a junior in this lifetime?
...
The master and his apprentice arrived at Eagle's Sorrow Gorge. While resting, a gust of evil wind blew by, and the white horse tied to the tree trunk was blown away by the wind and fell into the water with a splash, disappearing from sight.
Wukong stood up warily. Although displeased, he dutifully blocked Tang Sanzang behind him, frowning as he looked at the water: "A monster that eats horses?"
He was completely unaware that Tang Sanzang behind him was silently rolling up his sleeves and tightening his grip on the staff, looking every bit the "warrior monk."
"Stop hiding, come out here!"
Wukong slammed his golden cudgel on the ground, but instead of a monster, he unearthed a familiar face.
"Um, masters," Fox Five pretended not to recognize Wukong at all, looking at the two of them with a serious expression, "Did you drop this little white dragon, this little blue dragon, or this little pink dragon?"
Wukong's lips twitched as he looked at the three dragons of different colors leaping out of the small mountain stream, utterly speechless. What on earth was going on? Why were they all coming to join in the fun?
"Master monk, you choose."
Wukong silently stood aside, handing the choice over to Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang looked at the three dragons shimmering in the sunlight, calmly put his hands together and bowed to Hu Wu: "What this humble monk dropped was not a dragon, but a horse."
"You monk..." Fox Five hadn't finished speaking when he was splashed with water by three dragon tails. He wiped his face, laughed it off, and immediately changed his tune, "Haha, Master is too honest, good quality, good quality!"
"Since you're being so honest, Master, I can't be stingy. These three dragons are yours for the taking. Farewell!"
After saying that, Fox Five disappeared.
Wukong was dumbfounded. Wait, what's the connection between this and the rest of the story? Uncle Fox, how much of a bribe did you receive to put on this show? Did you just force it on me?
"this……"
Tang Sanzang was a little at a loss, and the Bodhisattva didn't say anything either. The hardships on this journey also included excessive enthusiasm and gifts.
"I'll help you choose!" Seeing Tang Sanzang's hesitation, Wukong stepped forward. "What do three dragons look like? We only need one horse! The blue dragon and pink dragon are out. We need the white dragon, which can transform into a white horse!"
The little white dragon cried out happily and instantly transformed into a white horse, standing behind Tang Sanzang.
"On what grounds?"
The blue dragon and the pink dragon were both unhappy and instantly transformed into human form.
Wukong blocked Tang Sanzang's way, rolled his eyes, and looked at the woman in pink first, saying, "Aunt Cunxin, what are you doing getting involved? You're a female dragon, do you think this is appropriate?"
"And what about me?"
Ao Bing, unconvinced, took a step forward.
"What, did Grandpa Ao Guang have a second spring in his career and oust you from the Dragon King's throne?"
No, not at all.
"No, you're talking nonsense... What lies? Go be the Dragon King of the East Sea, or go play with Nezha when you're bored. We're here to do serious business."
"Don't I look like someone who can get things done? Wukong, what do you mean? If you've got the guts, don't leave. I'll take you on one by one... the two of us will take you on!"
Ao Bing grabbed Cun Xin and started yelling, but Wukong ignored him and continued onward with Tang Sanzang and the White Dragon Horse.
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